" I’ve been contacted by the duke. He wants to talk, but—” the pencil paused for a moment— I’d prefer to have you with me. I do not believe the duke or anyone in his household intends me harm. Nor do I think there will be any nonsense with spells. But I’ve not yet sorted through my feelings regarding the revelation about the siphoning spell, and I believe your presence will help me remain steady.
Elsie’s heart softened like better. Help him remain steady. Smiling, she reached for the pencil, but it moved again, and she stayed her hand.

He wishes to see me tonight. I do not expect you to rearrange your plans for this. I’m prepared to reschedule. I believe he will do as I wish; if the duchess’s letters are to be believed, Isaiah feels guilty for the part he has played in this. I am happy to provide transport—”
Elsie grabbed the pencil and wrenched it out of Bacchus’s invisible hand. She felt the moment he let go, and beneath his half-finished sentence, she wrote, Of course I’ll come, you great lummox. You don’t need to beg me. What more important thing could I possibly have to do?
She set the pencil down and waited. A few seconds passed before it rose and tilted, nub pressing to the paper.
Lummox?
She chuckled. It’s a term of endearment.
The pencil jerked in her hand—Bacchus had started writing before she could set it down. Then you find me endearing. "

― Charlie N. Holmberg , Spellmaker (Spellbreaker Duology, #2)